On the way to Scarborough's fair
I met a man with long silky hair.
A hippie, Oh man he was groovy!
Just like the cool ones in a movie!
So I walked with him for a while,
watched him light his chillum too,
From them we looked at life anew.
Talk of love, peace, and woodstock
Che Guevara and the revolution rock.
He blew up a lot of philosophy in smoke.
Some I liked, some of it I did choke!
Behind the faint strains of Doors played,
CSN&Y, Who, Tull, many orchestrated.
Suddenly he lost his way, became a software guy.
Nnow our hippie, well he is rich and hi fi.
No longer smokes his chillum, nor the guitar plays
He’s on the internet surfing and working always
I wonder if he misses his wild happy days.